A Fallen City

Michael turned his head away from the group. Around him were the remains of a great city that had once stood tall and proud. Now mighty buildings had fallen, and underground roadways had caved in. The stench of hundreds, maybe even thousands of rotting corpses overwelmed the area, a smell that couldn't be described in any known words. A single US flag could be heard flapping in the breeze somewhere in the distance. Something that used to mean so much to a country, was now as special as a piece of toilet paper. Crows cawed in the near distance, getting closer and closer with their song of death, taunting those who could no longer get up. A black feather slowly drifted down towards the group. Michael caught it and spun back to his so called friends, ready to give them the rant of their life time.